I wanna die

where I was born-

for it’s lonely down here,

the quiet in the middle of the storm.

I wanna die

in that hospital room;

i’ve never been back

since 1973 in June.

I wanna die

and dream into my mother’s arms

in that little hospital in newton

and listen to her songs.

I hope the doctors and nurses

won’t make much of a fuss-

I wanna die where i came from

I’m not askin’ for much.

I’ll fall into the arms of something,

the great voice from above,

with just this one regret-

I NEVER FELL IN LOVE.